Chapter 8: It's too late
The coachman apologized again and again: "Mrs. Ling, I know, I know, but Madam, you see that the rain last night was too big, and the villain is afraid that it will be extremely unsafe on the road, and I also heard that there were a lot of brocade guards from the imperial court in this town last night, what ...... to catch"
Ling Xiangji said impatiently: "Okay, okay, Liu Laohan, we won't leave for the time being, you can go back." ”
As soon as Liu Laohan heard that the three of them were not leaving, he immediately became emotional, he didn't want to spit out the money in the bag, not to mention, the deposit had already been confiscated by her wife, Liu Laohan shouted something, and he was going to come up to theorize.
"Don't theorize, I don't want those deposits."
Liu Laohan listened, although he couldn't continue to make money, but he got the deposit in vain, and he was very satisfied, "Then thank you, madam." Liu Laohan grinned in his mouth, thanked him and left.
Ling Jiangnan's eyes showed disbelief: "Mother, are we really not leaving?" ”
Ling Xiangji's face was indifferent, and he asked coldly: "Nong Cai, you say, what kind of herb are you, is Ting real?" ”
"Of course it's true, no matter how bold I am, I won't dare to lie to my mother."
"That's good."
The red makeup came back a little late, and it was dark. Ling Jiangnan is very dissatisfied with her, the red makeup is not there, she is the one who cooks at home, anyway, Ling Xiangji doesn't know how to cook, and she hasn't painted for many years, and her hands are more tender than Ling Nongcai.
She Ling Nongcai can't cook, what if she can't cook and has to do it? Water and rice to cook porridge, add some cold pickles is a meal, and for a whole day, they have three meals of rice porridge.
"Red makeup, did you mean it?"
"It must have been on purpose."
"Okay, I'll keep this account for you."
……
Red makeup raised her hand and swore: "Miss, red makeup never takes the villain route, the dark route, and the route taken is absolutely above board and fair." ”
"Stop...... Then why didn't you return? ”
Red Makeup's tone was a little excited, and he lowered his voice: "Miss, let me tell you, I met a strange person in the town. And then followed him......"
"What weirdo?" Ling Nongcai has a story complex, he likes to listen to stories, listen to strange stories, and go to the secret place, which can arouse people's appetite the most, but Xiang Ji is not interested in the story of red makeup, and his face shows a very unhappy expression, stopping the gushing of red makeup: "Red makeup, as soon as you come back, you will grind and chirp, quickly change their dressing, or it should stink." ”
Red makeup sniffed his nose, and there was a strange smell in the room......